I've sought so hard to sustain this gain Now watch me give this ground away What can I do but admit I'm in over my head? Colors fade from blue to dark red I'm back (sic) into a corner by my choices I'm hearing those same dark voices At the mercy of my desires helpless, trivial I'm left with no defenses Stimulus, response, repeated failures-I'm sick This sickness fills my senses But despite my apparent loss I see release This Stalemate, my peace Your wilderness is Stalemate You can't move against me Stalemate The walls built around me But as this theme continues to follow close behind, I see so clearly If I would only let go of my tendencies I would know what it is to be free I can't win when I indulge this fantasy Reduced as a pawn led to misery "A little detour won't hurt let me change you slowly A moment's pleasure, but you'll owe me." All encompassing defeat awaits the day I choose to plunge and embrace this nightmare But the night has an end and I see you and you see me as the dawn of the one Who has adopted my ailment, my sickness My Stalemate reveals my blindness to my own condition I'll still run away from six seconds of defeat, six years of agony I'll still stand at odds with six seconds of defeat, six years of agony I'm senseless, erode my senses To fill my day with indulgence which leads to my undoing I'll never look back, I'll never taste it again.